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It’s a beautiful, shiny new week. Even if it feels like the road is too long, anything is possible when the goals and destination are specific. Imagine Change. Don’t forget to soak in the scenery along the way. It is after all, more about the journey than the destination.

Inspired by the lovely shutter sisters today, I am merging left and right brain. It takes the analytical baby steps of left brain and the creative letting go of the right brain to achieve and manifest the vision.

I am learning to lean on both sides of my brain when necessary. There is beauty to behold in their union. In the image above, the left brain is represented by the long and winding road. The right, conveyed through the fantastical sunset, offering, vision, change and all that is possible, in a stunning array of colors.

I thought I would be ready with before and after storage solution pictures today. Not the case, as my left brain has wandered from the task list. Ummm, slightly detoured by creative ideas hailing from the right side of my cranium, I have yet to complete said installation. Don’t give up on me. I will finish the shelves. I promise.

In the meanwhile, I am embracing the clean slate of Monday with joy. Hoping to power through my to do list and get on track. Cleaning corners and behind appliances. Packing up clothes that no longer fit my ever growing children. Mailings, groceries, shelves, etc. are the order of the day. The biggest challenge, is finding a way to make it all fun!

Are your days dominated by more left or right brain activities? Shake it up a bit this week. Do it different, stretch to make the uggggghhs (bureaucratic, left brain dailies) more fun. Or maybe you, like me, need to focus in and utilize your left brain prowess to harness the tremendous creative capacity of the right brain?

Either way, have a fabulous Manifest Monday! Do share what you are working on!

One Love, walk good, wo-manifesting…

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I started writing this from the car Friday morning, on the way to Montego Bay. A beautiful day for a drive, even if the purpose of the mission was to sort out yet another Jamaican postal calamity/bureaucratic bull shi*! I find I sail through such situations smoothly when I put on my happy face and grin with gratitude.

Update: Eight hours later, after a very long day of bureaucratic servitude, the grin of gratitude waned, and I didn’t have the energy to continue this post. I am having an impossible time typing because my keyboard has gone ballistic and refuses to function without an external mouse (which is sitting on my desk at home, oops).

Which reminds me that I’ve yet to share with you the very sad news that my beloved macbook is on the fritz. I don’t know that I’ve ever felt so emotionally bonded to and dare I say, dependent on a machine (with the exception of my first record player, and perhaps my last mac). My mac is my home theatre, stereo, blog center, and correspondence aid. Almost everything to me!

There is no doubt that my creative, artistic and computer skills have grown infinitely in the last few years of relationship with this laptop. And I am sad to admit that this trusty mac is on the fast track to retirement. Hopefully, she will be grazing greener pastures and browsing the net in easy, relaxed fashion in no time. For now I am squeezing every ounce of usability from this workhorse for as long as the keyboard and mouse hold out. Fingers crossed!

This week I’m obsessed with flower forming and polenta recipes though not in combination. The options presented by these two very diverse mediums (polenta and flowers) are limitless. I had no idea! I am including a few pics of recent creations and am considering adding a recipes category.

Have a fabulous weekend!

One Love, walk good, fingers crossed, hope to blog again soon…

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It’s easy to forget that sometimes life is simple…

May you seek to be what you are. In every little thing you do, reach for the stars.

Be amazed and humbled by the gift of breath.

live what you love. elevate the everyday. b one of a kind. organic. seek beauty.  less is more. essential. work at balance. balance at work. communicate. breathe in joy. handcraft. earth. love the one. love yourself. share. invent. share more. reinvent. family first. grow. structure. flow. live music. revere friends. embrace sensuality. dance. cherish. sunshine. vision love. simplify. smile. live more. document. construct archetypes. write. artifacts. ancient. contemporary. classic. write more. be kind. read books. collect. let go. inspire. primitive genius. b the alternative. more life. make stuff. practice abundance. build sanctuary. walk good. live up. make more stuff. sip tea. love fruit. eat your greens. see the world in a bead. dream. achieve. be. one.

if you do only one thing, do good.

One Love, walk good, do good…

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I am swimming in a sea of overwhelm. I can’t sleep at night. I pace the house in the wee morning hours in an attempt to unravel the knots, bundle and tie up unfinished ends. Is it too late for baby steps? Metamorphosis is upon us.

Whew!  Transformation brings pressure. Today, I am breathing deep and giving thanks for Monday. Oh blessed Monday. Always a clean slate and chance to start something new. This week is crucial. Change is cultivating, culminating and congealing. I am vague about the nature of upcoming changes because they are vast and uncertain. Patience, my peeps, all will soon be revealed.

I snapped this photo at the annual Negril Donkey races yesterday. For me, it sums up oneness perfectly. This sweet couple doesn’t know I captured the image. But I think they would like it. I love living in a popular destination town. Visitors hail from all over the world and we are gifted the opportunity to meet members of the human family often. It makes for a very colorful and creative existence.

When I feel like I am clinging to life by super short (jewelry making) fingernails, it is oneness that anchors me. The current of sameness runs through our veins. I know I am never alone. Even when change is looming at my front door…

One Love, walk good, holding my head above water…

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We have really amazing animal luck. I mean, it’s not like we go looking for pets. Seriously, other than the guinea pigs we’ve never actively sought pets to bring home. And yet…. Somehow, over the years we have ended up with a dog (who unfortunately passed away last year), a one legged chicken and her ever growing posse of hens, a couple of cocks (roosters), eight chicks and a tankful of very dramatic fish. And as of yesterday we are also the privileged guardians of a partridge. Yes, as in, a pear tree. I know right? Where did this extended family of creatures come from? We are sanctified with visits and strays, each arriving in a colorful array; Jamaica’s version of the animal kingdom.

Around here we believe that animals are magic. They carry a history of symbolism, folklore, cultural significance, signs and wonders to the human family. When we pay attention, and learn how to read them, we can garner valuable lessons from the messages they bear. Thus, when the wounded, baby, partridge arrived on our veranda we were immediately curious as to the meaning of it’s visit.

With a little research we’ve determined that partridges (part of the pheasant family) bring stories of fierce independence, love, fertility and cunning powers of deception. If the female birds feel threatened by a predator they will sometimes fake lameness or wounds to ward danger away from the nest. Yup. Total tricksters (for the greater good of course). Who knew?

Our partridge, Free Bird, aka Chippy, appears to have flown the roost to soon.

For me, birds are always a symbol of freedom and living above the hustle. Independence inspired. Flight. Migration, etc., hmmmmm, (more on this topic soon). I have intentionally avoided the acquisition of any more pets until we are settled on our own piece of land. But by some stroke of animal fortune, we continue to receive temporary and permanent invitations from the universe to act as care takers for some of the most vulnerable. What a blessing. Our plan is to nurse the bird back to health and flight status and release it into it’s natural habitat. The King has created a make shift cage that should be quite comfortable for our new found friend. And the children are beyond themselves with joy and responsibility.

Have you received any animal messages as of late? Do tell. I love this stuff!

One Love, walk good, Welcome, Freebird Chippy…

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Well it’s Monday again. More than likely, several of you are feeling this one a bit more than usual. Super Bowl Sunday, parties, good times, snacks, beverages awesome! Monday morning, not so much (especially for us Steelers fans).

All the more reason to practice…

Gratitude that is. I look for gratitude (which ultimately translates into joy and love) in every little thing. Sometimes it turns up in the most unexpected ways. Over the last few years I’ve made a habit of finding myself grateful. This manifests in mental and written lists. Keep it simple. I like to start with three things everyday. The list tends to grow from there. It’s basic, gratifying and opens my eyes and heart.

For example, today, I am grateful for:

  1. Bob Marley
  2. Get Your Paint On (a class I enrolled in/ birthday gift to myself)
  3. The fact that I finally cleaned out my purse (aka the red cow). Incidentally, not the easiest task. But gratifying all the same.

Technically, I could go on and on. I am super grateful that my husband got up at five to squeeze orange juice for us even though he had to leave the house when it was still dark. And super duper grateful that I am not sharing a pounding overhang (hangover) with millions of football fans. You get the idea.

It’s easy, cheezy. But if you practice, eventually, it will come naturally to you. You will notice small changes in your life and the way you look at things and people around you. Gratitude prompts and little pieces of love will start to pop up everywhere.

Like this sweet heart leaf in an otherwise ordinary tree.

Where did you find love today?

One Love, walk good, practicing gratitude…

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Where do I start? So much of our story begins with Bob Marley.

If it weren’t for Bob…

I probably wouldn’t have met my husband, have our two beautiful children, or live in Jamaica. I wouldn’t know the power of positive vibrations or word sound. I wouldn’t know how to make my son stop crying in seconds. From the time he was three weeks old he would hush instantly upon hearing the first three chords of no woman no cry. Seriously, three chords, ask anyone who knows him, he’d stop the balling immediately. It was like a miracle. I also wouldn’t know the joy of hearing my son sing no woman no cry to my squealing, week old, baby girl. I wouldn’t know the peace and quiet that Bob’s songs have brought to our home. It wasn’t my favorite of Bob’s songs. Well, not before the babes anyway. It’s taken on a whole new meaning.

When Iz was three (already a budding musician, with a repertoire consisting primarily of Bob’s music) He informed us that he wasn’t like Bob. “I am not Iike Bob, Mommy, I AM BOB!!!”. For years, strangers, friends and family alike have told Iz that he is the next Bob Marley (this of course before we graduated to the Michael Jackson phase).

Bob is an integral part of our lives and teachings. Equality, diplomacy, and above all, love. We are grateful beyond measure for his time on earth and all that he gave to people worldwide. Bob Marley  was a unifier of color, class, culture and creed on a global scale. His name is common on the breath of the people.

Everywhere.

Am I surprised that the rain’s started pouring as I write this? Or that the gray is now parted by bright sun. I feel the warmth on my back and in my heart.

Gratitude and a few tears of joy and sadness for this man of mythic magnitude. A hero. A legend. He was freedom and literacy for the people. I know I speak for millions when I say, I wouldn’t know mental and spiritual freedom in the same way I do now if it weren’t for Bob Marley. More Life Bob.

One Love, walk good, half the story has never been told…

 

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